The thought of Fu Hua's extremely disappointed expression made Wuming feel utterly hopeless, and his whole body was filled with sorrow.

Jingli: I'm the victim, so why does Wuming seem more aggrieved than him? What's going on?

"I can only drink, not brew spirit wine." This is the truth, and there is no need to hide it.

Is there really no other way?

"Of course there are solutions, it just depends on what price you're willing to pay."

"Thank you for your kindness, Palace Master. Consider this my way of showing hospitality. I've been here for so long, yet I haven't felt the prosperity and power of Danwang City?"

Jing Li's lips twitched; she had never seen such a shameless person.

"Drunken Immortal Abode." After uttering these words, Jing Li walked out of the inn.

Wuming, eager to help Fuhua, quickly followed, saying, "Slow down, wait for me."

Jing Li is in a very bad mood right now, extremely bad. Should she poison Wu Ming to death, that idiot? Then she can bring Fu Hua to the Pill King Palace to live out her days in peace!

"Pah, pah, pah! What an unexpected turn of events!" Jing Li was astonished by her own thoughts.

Zuixianju wasn't exactly packed with people, but it was still incredibly popular, with quite a few people queuing outside.

Jing Li was still dressed as a rough, decadent mercenary, while Wuming behind him was completely shrouded in a large hood, looking nothing like a good person. The only one who seemed normal was Fu Hua, whose temperament was as elegant as a lotus and as gentle as jade. But, it was a strange trio.

Jing Li and his companions were also mercilessly mocked by the so-called high-ranking officials of the Pill King Palace. However, Jing Li's temper was not as good as Zi Shu's and Ye Xi Ruo's to begin with, and he was already in a bad mood today. So, those who were mocking him felt the terrifying, overwhelming aura emanating from the Nascent Soul cultivator. Oh my god! What the hell! What kind of luck is this, to actually run into a Nascent Soul cultivator, and they even dared to provoke him!

Tell me, you're a Nascent Soul cultivator, how could you become a mercenary? Have you lost your mind?! And you're dressed so poorly! I'm so miserable, I almost knelt down before this powerful figure!

The onlookers, who had just experienced the brutal suppression of a Nascent Soul cultivator at the Great Perfection stage, were once again enveloped by an even greater pressure.

This is terrifying! You might not see a Nascent Soul cultivator for years, but two of them have appeared today, and both of them have terrible tempers.

They didn't hear that chilling voice: "What are you looking at? Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out."

Waaah, so scary! He's even more ruthless than that mercenary from before. He's definitely not a good person. I'd better not drink any more alcohol today and go back to calm my nerves!

"Ah Ming, we're out for dinner, don't scare others." This gentle and refined voice was like heavenly music to everyone present, almost bringing tears to their eyes. It was so true.

As expected, looks determine everything; the one who looks the most normal is indeed the kindest.

"Fu Hua, you're right. It's my fault. I've frightened you."

Onlookers: This is what you call blatant lying! Damn it, we were the ones who were frightened! And the contrast in their attitudes is just too much! They treated us like they wanted to kill us, but with that other person, they were so gentle, considerate, and attentive!

The onlookers immediately felt like they had been hit with a thousand points of damage.

"Stop dawdling, are you even going to eat or not?" the burly mercenary in front of us said, his murderous aura was terrifying, I'd better hurry home!

Hmph, Jing Li, that stingy guy, what's wrong with having a farewell meal or a send-off feast? Why is he so unwilling?

Jing Li pulled out a purple-gold token from his robes, and the shopkeeper nearly knelt down in gratitude. What incredible luck! The rough-looking mercenary before him was actually their otherworldly, beautiful Palace Master. Speaking of which, with all this knowledge, wouldn't he be accidentally silenced?

The shopkeeper was drenched in cold sweat, terrified. The temple master must be disguised like this to hide his true identity! He'd better pretend he knew nothing.

Okay, let's do it this way!

"Distinguished guest, please go to the top floor."

The fleeting glimpse of the purple-gold token was enough to spark endless imagination among everyone in the hall.

"Who exactly is this mercenary? He's on the top floor."

"The Purple Gold Token, the legendary Purple Gold Token! I actually saw it today, I'm so excited."

"Forget it, we don't understand the world of big shots. Let's just quietly drink and eat!"

The moment Jing Li produced the purple-gold token, the remaining onlookers outside vanished as if on cue. May the great power truly forget about this insignificant figure.

Upon entering the private room, the innkeeper immediately knelt down with a thud: "Greetings, Your Highness."

"Get up! Remember, I've never been here today, understand?"

"Your Highness understands. May I ask whether you are here to stay at an inn or to have a meal?"

"Everything is available." Jing Li's elegant yet aloof voice resonated even more beautifully in the private room, radiating a subtle chill. Jing Li turned her gaze to Wuming and Fuhua: "You two are the stars today, order whatever you like." This is on me, yes, that's the kind of tacky yet extravagant tone.

Wuming rubbed his fingers together, his voice trembling slightly with excitement: "Since the Palace Master has said so, I won't stand on ceremony." Then he turned to Fuhua: "Come and see, what would you like to eat?" This sycophancy was like that of a stupid dog.

After ordering a few medicinal dishes, Fu Hua stopped, and then Wu Ming said directly, "I want all your signature dishes, new dishes, expensive dishes, and delicious dishes. And the spirit wine, the best of all, bring three jars first!"

The shopkeeper was terrified; this was practically everything! The real question was, could they even finish it all?

Jing Li's face was ashen: "Let's do as he says! As for the spirit wine, I think we're out of stock, right?" This was a question with a lot of hidden meaning.

The shopkeeper nodded repeatedly: "That's right. Zuixianju only sells one hundred bottles of its top-grade spirit wine a year, and they're all sold out now."

Wuming and Fuhua's expressions turned to Σ(°△°|||). How could they retaliate like this? Isn't this a threat?

"I don't care about that, three jars, no less." Being unreasonable and making trouble is what Wuming is best at.

Fu Hua tugged at Wu Ming's sleeve: "Isn't this a bit inappropriate?!" Being so arrogant on someone else's turf, won't they get beaten to death?

"Don't forget that the person sitting in front of you is the Palace Master. How could he not even be able to handle such a small matter?"

They actually resorted to reverse psychology, and what they said even sounded quite reasonable.